"I'm afraid the names don't ring a bell," Richard said, shaking his head. "That doesn't necessarily mean anything, though--the last time this happened to us, we ran into a woman who inhabited a universe that used sapient lightning to power their electronics. These...meeting places seem to acquire people from everywhere imaginable."

Mark, meanwhile, restrained a smirk. Given the euphemistic language, he was guessing a criminal enterprise of some kind, which didn't bother him. He had always found organized crime far more preferable to other options. Chaos was infinitely more intolerable.